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General Rules (Out of Character)!
Hi! This is a blog for one of @4oh4blognotfound’s TF2 OCs Erilys Haven, The Strategist!
Out Of Character: Anzo, they/he, adult
This blog is a side project! I have school and work that comes first!
Rules and Such Below Cut!
It was late in the night, or was it early in the morning? Regardless, one Erilys Haven was up making herself some tea in the base’s kitchen. She looks tired, as if she hasn’t slept in days.
She’s quietly humming to herself as she waits for the kettle on the stove to warm up, not noticing the the newcomer walking in.
*Whats this? Another maggot to steal from? Eeexcellent.*
The soldier, with unrealistically fluid motion, slides over to the woman. He menacingly rises up over her, hands outstretched.
She remains unaware of presence looming behinds her. She drops a teabag into a large mug with ‘World’s Best Sniper’ written on the side. They start at the sound of the kettle whistling, nearly knocking the mug off the counter.
The soldier immediately jumps away, hiding behind a cabinet.
She spins around, straightening up to her full 5’3” height.
“He-hello?” They cringe at the sound of their shaky voice.
“Listen, I don’t appreciate having pranks pulled on me. Will you just come out and greet me?”
It was late in the night, or was it early in the morning? Regardless, one Erilys Haven was up making herself some tea in the base’s kitchen. She looks tired, as if she hasn’t slept in days.
She’s quietly humming to herself as she waits for the kettle on the stove to warm up, not noticing the the newcomer walking in.
*Whats this? Another maggot to steal from? Eeexcellent.*
The soldier, with unrealistically fluid motion, slides over to the woman. He menacingly rises up over her, hands outstretched.
She remains unaware of presence looming behinds her. She drops a teabag into a large mug with ‘World’s Best Sniper’ written on the side. They start at the sound of the kettle whistling, nearly knocking the mug off the counter.
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Although the recent evens among her colleagues hadn’t really affected The Strategist as much as her colleagues, her head was still filled with much worry and frustration. She knows the bots mean a lot to many of them, and it pisses her off greatly that The Administrator decided to ban them on a whim like she did. She’s heard rumors about what her coworkers are planning, and she needed to get to the bottom of what’s true and what’s not.
They knock lightly on the doorframe before entering Dell’s workshop, not wanting to startle him.
“Hey Dell?”
( @emotionallycontentstrategist )
A mechanical whirr answered Erilys’ callout as a large, fully upgraded sentry swiveled around to face her. It beeped for a second, seeming to analyze who they were, before chirping and going back to its lookout path, sweeping side to side.
“Oh, hey kiddo! Sorry if tha sentry gave ya a scare. Ah’ve been workin’ on gettin’ them back ta operational standards fer, well. Y’know.” Dell grunted as he stood from where he was knelt on the ground, dusting off his pants.
“This sentry’s got every merc, bot and pretty much every person in this base as an ally in its database, so it ain’t no danger to ya.” Dell assured as he gave the machine a pat on the hull before lifting his goggles to his forehead, giving the Strategist a kind smile.
“What can ah do for ya?”
They stiffen as the sentry’s sights hone in on them, the all too familiar fear of being ripped apart by the formidable machine gluing her in place. As the sentry goes back to its standby position, she lets out an audible sigh.
“I heard the news about our robot friends. I figure ya have it under control, I mean as much as ya can, but I’ve heard rumors that some of ya might be movin’ on to greener pastures so to speak.” They’re staring at the floor, unable to meet Dell’s eyes.
The man blinks, quiet for a moment before he sighs himself, powering down the sentry next to him.
“Well, ah mean, once all is said ‘n done with the Administrator, there jus’ ain’t much reason ta stick ‘round anymore. She’ll be gone, Redmond and Blutarch are long gone along with Gray Mann, and ah’m not even sure Saxton Hale would wanna keep this show runnin’. Hell, ah think even Miss Pauling would appreciate a small break.” Dell mumbled softly, walking up to Erilys.
“‘Course, ah don’t mean to speak fer everyone but…this has all gotta end eventually. Ain’t even too sure what to fight over no more, much less who’s payin’ us to do it. Look kiddo, ah do miss the thrill of fightin’. Ah still regret leavin’ when ah did those few years back. An’ even now, ah’ve met a lotta great folks like you. Hell, ah’m a father now, fer godsakes. But…ah can’t stay forever.”
The man gently places a hand on their shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“If things were different, ah’d love ta stay. But…ah jus’ don’t think it’s best fer me. Ah’m sorry Erilys. Ah really wish things could be as perfect as we want them…”
Her skin goes slightly pale.
“Do you think I could tag along with someone? I mean, I don’t want to insert myself where I’m not wanted but…” they trail off, eyes filling with tears. She takes a shaky breath, wringing her hands slightly.
“From what I understand, I’m legally dead. Miss Paulin’ couldn’t give me all the details, but she said I had died in a car accident and was put into the respawn program posthumously. That is to say, I have nothing outside of this place, this business.”
Dell’s eyes widen, feeling his gut twist, sickened at hearing that Erilys wasn’t here by choice. That she was risen from an early grave to fight a war not worth fighting.
Anger sparked within him, his hatred for the Administrator ever growing. That bitch-
“Erilys, ah dunno what’s gonna happen when she gets here, but ah swear ta ya that if we make it all out of this alive, ah ain’t leavin’ ‘til yer taken care of, okay?” Dell said confidently as he gently pulled her a hug.
“Ah ain’t gonna leave ya stranded, kiddo. Ah promise you that.”
They brighten up, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of her turtleneck.
“Ya mean it?” They shake their head. “I can help with the costs of gettin’ me a more permanent arrangement. I have been sendin’ some money away to my family in a special account that Miss Paulin’ set up for me, but I have some of my own that I can put towards bills and such once we finish up here. I’m not lettin’ her get off easy for what she’s put me through l, I can tell ya that much.”
Although the recent evens among her colleagues hadn’t really affected The Strategist as much as her colleagues, her head was still filled with much worry and frustration. She knows the bots mean a lot to many of them, and it pisses her off greatly that The Administrator decided to ban them on a whim like she did. She’s heard rumors about what her coworkers are planning, and she needed to get to the bottom of what’s true and what’s not.
They knock lightly on the doorframe before entering Dell’s workshop, not wanting to startle him.
“Hey Dell?”
( @emotionallycontentstrategist )
A mechanical whirr answered Erilys’ callout as a large, fully upgraded sentry swiveled around to face her. It beeped for a second, seeming to analyze who they were, before chirping and going back to its lookout path, sweeping side to side.
“Oh, hey kiddo! Sorry if tha sentry gave ya a scare. Ah’ve been workin’ on gettin’ them back ta operational standards fer, well. Y’know.” Dell grunted as he stood from where he was knelt on the ground, dusting off his pants.
“This sentry’s got every merc, bot and pretty much every person in this base as an ally in its database, so it ain’t no danger to ya.” Dell assured as he gave the machine a pat on the hull before lifting his goggles to his forehead, giving the Strategist a kind smile.
“What can ah do for ya?”
They stiffen as the sentry’s sights hone in on them, the all too familiar fear of being ripped apart by the formidable machine gluing her in place. As the sentry goes back to its standby position, she lets out an audible sigh.
“I heard the news about our robot friends. I figure ya have it under control, I mean as much as ya can, but I’ve heard rumors that some of ya might be movin’ on to greener pastures so to speak.” They’re staring at the floor, unable to meet Dell’s eyes.
The man blinks, quiet for a moment before he sighs himself, powering down the sentry next to him.
“Well, ah mean, once all is said ‘n done with the Administrator, there jus’ ain’t much reason ta stick ‘round anymore. She’ll be gone, Redmond and Blutarch are long gone along with Gray Mann, and ah’m not even sure Saxton Hale would wanna keep this show runnin’. Hell, ah think even Miss Pauling would appreciate a small break.” Dell mumbled softly, walking up to Erilys.
“‘Course, ah don’t mean to speak fer everyone but…this has all gotta end eventually. Ain’t even too sure what to fight over no more, much less who’s payin’ us to do it. Look kiddo, ah do miss the thrill of fightin’. Ah still regret leavin’ when ah did those few years back. An’ even now, ah’ve met a lotta great folks like you. Hell, ah’m a father now, fer godsakes. But…ah can’t stay forever.”
The man gently places a hand on their shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“If things were different, ah’d love ta stay. But…ah jus’ don’t think it’s best fer me. Ah’m sorry Erilys. Ah really wish things could be as perfect as we want them…”
Her skin goes slightly pale.
“Do you think I could tag along with someone? I mean, I don’t want to insert myself where I’m not wanted but…” they trail off, eyes filling with tears. She takes a shaky breath, wringing her hands slightly.
“From what I understand, I’m legally dead. Miss Paulin’ couldn’t give me all the details, but she said I had died in a car accident and was put into the respawn program posthumously. That is to say, I have nothing outside of this place, this business.”
Although the recent evens among her colleagues hadn’t really affected The Strategist as much as her colleagues, her head was still filled with much worry and frustration. She knows the bots mean a lot to many of them, and it pisses her off greatly that The Administrator decided to ban them on a whim like she did. She’s heard rumors about what her coworkers are planning, and she needed to get to the bottom of what’s true and what’s not.
They knock lightly on the doorframe before entering Dell’s workshop, not wanting to startle him.
“Hey Dell?”
( @emotionallycontentstrategist )
A mechanical whirr answered Erilys’ callout as a large, fully upgraded sentry swiveled around to face her. It beeped for a second, seeming to analyze who they were, before chirping and going back to its lookout path, sweeping side to side.
“Oh, hey kiddo! Sorry if tha sentry gave ya a scare. Ah’ve been workin’ on gettin’ them back ta operational standards fer, well. Y’know.” Dell grunted as he stood from where he was knelt on the ground, dusting off his pants.
“This sentry’s got every merc, bot and pretty much every person in this base as an ally in its database, so it ain’t no danger to ya.” Dell assured as he gave the machine a pat on the hull before lifting his goggles to his forehead, giving the Strategist a kind smile.
“What can ah do for ya?”
They stiffen as the sentry’s sights hone in on them, the all too familiar fear of being ripped apart by the formidable machine gluing her in place. As the sentry goes back to its standby position, she lets out an audible sigh.
“I heard the news about our robot friends. I figure ya have it under control, I mean as much as ya can, but I’ve heard rumors that some of ya might be movin’ on to greener pastures so to speak.” They’re staring at the floor, unable to meet Dell’s eyes.
OOC
I’m still alive! There’s just a lot of lore being dropped in the community right now and I don’t want to butt in on interactions that are in progress!
Since joining the RED mercenaries, Erilys has been trying to familiarize herself with all of its members, as well as those on other teams.
Today they just so happen to run into another Medic, so they decide to introduce herself.
“Oh, ‘ello! Name’s Erilys Haven, Team Red’s one and only Strategist.’
( @emotionallycontentstrategist )
Amedeus: Well well well~ Hello there Erilys. My name is Amedeus.~
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“It’s nice to meet you sir!” They hold out their hand for a handshake, only slightly taken aback by the sight of another medic.
Erilys enters the lab without knocking, mainly because her hands are full.
“I heard someone had a caffeine crash so I made somethin’ quick and easy for ya.” They set down a plate with a hotdog and some fries as well as a large glass of ice water.
“I can make ya somethin’ else if needed, just thought I’d start ya with this.” She looks around at the messy lab, eyes drifting to the large machine he made in his caffeinated state. Their breath catches her throat, fear rising up like bile, burning at the pit of her stomach.
“That’s some machine ya got there Dell.”
( @emotionallycontentstrategist )
Dell groggily looked at Erilys as she entered the workshop, brows raising slightly at the food they brought.
In this state he’d rather be left alone to lick his self-inflicted wounds, but Erilys was a friend, and they even brought him some food out of care.
Dell was touched, to say the least.
“Aw, thanks kiddo. This should be plenty.” He mumbles softly, voice hoarse and he popped a fry into his mouth, humming contently. He then followed their gaze to the hulking machine, nodding as he straightened up from where he sat at his workbench.
“Yup. Built it durin’ mah…caffeine craze. Thang actually works, but ah dunno what the hell ah’ma do with it. ‘S too big n’ potentially dangerous ta be some mere decoration.” The Texan explained as he took a swig of the water, the ice cold H2O a blessing to his parched throat.
The machine didn’t move as Erilys touched it, thankfully powered off for now as it rested under the large tarp that covered most of it. The horns and ears of the metal beast poked out slightly, resembling that of a bovine of sorts.
Dell let out a snort at Erilys’ joke and shook his head, placing a fry in between his teeth.
“Ha ha, very funny. Seriously though, this is ‘bout one of the worst hangovers ah’ve ever had. Sure it made me…productive, if ya can call buildin’ giant hazards like that thang productive. If ah could harness all that energy inta doin’ something actually productive, then maybe ah’d say it’s worth it. But ah sure as hell won’t be touchin’ that devil’s brew again.”
The man then looks up at his creation and sighs, rubbing his face.
“Truthfully, ah wanna take it apart n’ be done with it. But ah don’ wanna make Sylvester upset, ‘cause ta him it might be seen as disassembling one of his own. An’ if ah ask ‘em, lil’ rascal might wanna keep.”
“I get that 100% honestly.” She drops her hand and takes a step back, looking back at Dell. “I’d be much better off if I could just do ma job an’ not get distracted by other stuff.”
“Sylvester? Don’t think I’ve met anyone by that name yet. Are they are friend of yours?” They ask, curiosity thick in their voice.
Dell hums as he takes a bite of his hotdog, shaking his head.
“Nah, more like…mah adopted robot son.” Dell explained as he swallowed his bite, propping an elbow on the workbench surface. “Ah dunno if ya met the sentient bots yet, but he’s one of ‘em. An ol’ engineer model bot, has the mindset of a teenager.”
“He came to me all disheveled, an’ he needed help. Dunno what an saw in him but…ah just got a strong urge ta help ‘em. Weeks go by, ah show him things, teach ‘em things, and ah even learn a bit from him. Next thing ya know, he calls me Dad an’ well-“ Dell chuckled softly, looking over his shoulder at his son’s workspace.
“-ah’m a father. An’ a damn proud one too.”
“Oh, I think Mickey mentioned one of the bots, although I think it was a bird of some sort. Don’t think I’ve met any of them personally yet.” She follows Dell’s gaze, looking over Sylvester’s work bench herself, a small smile crossing their lips.
“That’s really sweet honestly. I’m glad he found someone to look up to in ya.” Their smile falters ever so slightly before they look away.
Erilys enters the lab without knocking, mainly because her hands are full.
“I heard someone had a caffeine crash so I made somethin’ quick and easy for ya.” They set down a plate with a hotdog and some fries as well as a large glass of ice water.
“I can make ya somethin’ else if needed, just thought I’d start ya with this.” She looks around at the messy lab, eyes drifting to the large machine he made in his caffeinated state. Their breath catches her throat, fear rising up like bile, burning at the pit of her stomach.
“That’s some machine ya got there Dell.”
( @emotionallycontentstrategist )
Dell groggily looked at Erilys as she entered the workshop, brows raising slightly at the food they brought.
In this state he’d rather be left alone to lick his self-inflicted wounds, but Erilys was a friend, and they even brought him some food out of care.
Dell was touched, to say the least.
“Aw, thanks kiddo. This should be plenty.” He mumbles softly, voice hoarse and he popped a fry into his mouth, humming contently. He then followed their gaze to the hulking machine, nodding as he straightened up from where he sat at his workbench.
“Yup. Built it durin’ mah…caffeine craze. Thang actually works, but ah dunno what the hell ah’ma do with it. ‘S too big n’ potentially dangerous ta be some mere decoration.” The Texan explained as he took a swig of the water, the ice cold H2O a blessing to his parched throat.
The machine didn’t move as Erilys touched it, thankfully powered off for now as it rested under the large tarp that covered most of it. The horns and ears of the metal beast poked out slightly, resembling that of a bovine of sorts.
Dell let out a snort at Erilys’ joke and shook his head, placing a fry in between his teeth.
“Ha ha, very funny. Seriously though, this is ‘bout one of the worst hangovers ah’ve ever had. Sure it made me…productive, if ya can call buildin’ giant hazards like that thang productive. If ah could harness all that energy inta doin’ something actually productive, then maybe ah’d say it’s worth it. But ah sure as hell won’t be touchin’ that devil’s brew again.”
The man then looks up at his creation and sighs, rubbing his face.
“Truthfully, ah wanna take it apart n’ be done with it. But ah don’ wanna make Sylvester upset, ‘cause ta him it might be seen as disassembling one of his own. An’ if ah ask ‘em, lil’ rascal might wanna keep.”
“I get that 100% honestly.” She drops her hand and takes a step back, looking back at Dell. “I’d be much better off if I could just do ma job an’ not get distracted by other stuff.”
“Sylvester? Don’t think I’ve met anyone by that name yet. Are they are friend of yours?” They ask, curiosity thick in their voice.
Erilys enters the lab without knocking, mainly because her hands are full.
“I heard someone had a caffeine crash so I made somethin’ quick and easy for ya.” They set down a plate with a hotdog and some fries as well as a large glass of ice water.
“I can make ya somethin’ else if needed, just thought I’d start ya with this.” She looks around at the messy lab, eyes drifting to the large machine he made in his caffeinated state. Their breath catches her throat, fear rising up like bile, burning at the pit of her stomach.
“That’s some machine ya got there Dell.”
( @emotionallycontentstrategist )
Dell groggily looked at Erilys as she entered the workshop, brows raising slightly at the food they brought.
In this state he’d rather be left alone to lick his self-inflicted wounds, but Erilys was a friend, and they even brought him some food out of care.
Dell was touched, to say the least.
“Aw, thanks kiddo. This should be plenty.” He mumbles softly, voice hoarse and he popped a fry into his mouth, humming contently. He then followed their gaze to the hulking machine, nodding as he straightened up from where he sat at his workbench.
“Yup. Built it durin’ mah…caffeine craze. Thang actually works, but ah dunno what the hell ah’ma do with it. ‘S too big n’ potentially dangerous ta be some mere decoration.” The Texan explained as he took a swig of the water, the ice cold H2O a blessing to his parched throat.
Fritz: *when explaining the Respawn Machine* Jeremy... you know how, when a baby is first born, it just cries at the sheer horror of being alive?
Were you a part of the robot wars? If so, what was it like for you
So, as far as I’m aware, I was added to the respawn program towards the end of the robot wars. I remember that I didn’t really partake in the fightin’ and blocked much of what I did out. Due to the nature of ma specialty an’ the fact that I was still learnin’ the ropes, I didn’t see much action as I remember. Again, it was just after I uh- it was just after I was put in the respawn program, so I had a lot of other stuff on ma mind at the time.
NAME.
I HAVE NAME NOW.
What’s your name love?
Erilys was excited to finally get seen for her sleep issues, although this new medication’s side effects made them a bit nervous. But she trusted her Doctor more than she cares to admit, and she know he has their best interest at heart, right?
“Hey Doc?” She knocks on the open infirmary door. “You ready for me?”
Dr. Ludwig cleared his throat. "Ja! Come in!" He responded, moving aside papers and stacking them haphazardly back on his desk, adjusting his glasses, once again pulling them off and cleaning them with a 'tssk'.
"Damn things..."
“Thank you for seein’ me Doc. I know this is kinda last minute an’ all that, so I appreciate you fittin’ me in to ya busy schedule.” They step into the infirmary, looking around for a second before taking a few more steps toward Medic.
"Ack, nonsense, I am alvays available to help ein fruend." He chuckled.
"I haff zhe pills ready for you in zhe examination room. I vhill be waking you up around 5AM and zhen you vhill be discharged und get zhe results in zhe morning."
"I assume you brought a comfortable change of clothing, ja?"
"Yes sir!" She motions towards the red bundle under her arm, shifting it slightly before continuing. "Also, ya want me ta keep up that journal, right? Ta keep track of my symptoms an' all that? It may be a bit skewed as I'm pretty sure l've been seein' stuff due ya lack of sleep already."
—ENTRY 0—
Since I’m starting that new medication soon, Doc wanted me to keep track of any symptoms I developed in this journal as part of the sleep study he’s running on me.
I’m a bit nervous about the side effects that he mentioned, but I’m pretty sure I’ve already entered the hallucinations stage of no sleep so it can’t get too much worse, right?
Anyway, I’ll keep you all updated with the most interesting parts of the sleep study I guess.
